I didn’t get much sleep last night. I don’t know why. Too many ideas in my head. Not enough food in my stomach. Maybe the cat decided to take up moonlight yodeling. I don’t know. But morning came, and there I am, staring at a clock that insists I get up, and go to work, and basically function. And more than that, there’s a computer waiting for me to work on my own work, and a whole A-to-Z Challenge that could be completely ruined by not having an F-word.
And by the way, sitting there thinking F-word, F-word, What’s a good F-word is probably not the best way of coming up with a decent, uplifting F-word.
So, let’s be honest. Today, I am forcing myself to sit down and write a post.
Because stuff happens. You don’t get enough sleep. You go to work, and find out that “the girls” have decided they need to find you a man. You keep going. You keep working toward the goals you set for yourself.
I’m going to finish this blog post, and then, I’m going to work on my WIP a little bit. I don’t expect a whole lot of quality on two hours of sleep, but I do expect to put in the effort, and maybe let my mind wander a little bit.